The Red Diamonds operate with discipline.

At the top stands Park Dae — the strategist who delivers locations, opportunities, and decisions. Beneath him are San and Wooyoung, the married leaders who command the empire with calm authority. And at their side is Hyunjin — the silent enforcer San shaped into something untouchable.

Tonight isn’t about blood.

It’s about business.

The Kim family — Kim Lee and his wife Minju — run one of the most powerful private weapons corporations in the country. Clean records. Precision logistics. Absolute professionalism. They do not play games.

Their twins, Seungmin and Soyeon, attend as successors — observant, composed, but uninterested in taking over the empire.

This meeting is simple: an alliance.

Red Diamonds secure exclusive weapon supply. The Kim family gains private protection and controlled distribution routes.

No suspicion. No hidden agendas.

Just power aligning with power.

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The booth overlooked the entire club floor, sealed in tinted glass and layered in dark velvet and polished stone. Discreet security cameras were already mapped in the Red Diamonds’ system.

At the mansion, Bambam, Ryujin, Jihyun, Soohyun, and Sunoo monitored through secure feeds.

“Audio clear,” Ryujin said. “Connection stable,” Soohyun confirmed.

San adjusted his suit jacket. Wooyoung sat beside him, posture elegant, fingers resting lightly on the marble table. Hyunjin stood slightly behind them, silent and still — his presence alone enough to shift the atmosphere.

The elevator doors opened.

Park Dae stepped out first, composed and commanding. San and Wooyoung rose in greeting.

Behind him came the Kim family.

Kim Lee — sharp suit, precise movements. Minju — graceful, composed, eyes observant but calm. Soyeon — poised. And Seungmin — quiet.

Seungmin’s expression was unreadable. He didn’t greet verbally. He simply gave a respectful nod and took his seat beside his sister.

Wine was poured. None of it was touched.

Park Dae spoke smoothly. “We’re here to formalize terms.”

Kim Lee nodded. “Our production line has expanded. We’re selective about who receives priority.”

San’s voice was even. “We don’t mishandle supply.”

Minju folded her hands. “We’re aware. Your reputation is clean in execution.”

Hyunjin remained silent.

Across the table, Seungmin’s eyes briefly lifted — steady, calm — before lowering again. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He observed.

Wooyoung smiled politely. “We request exclusive access to custom tactical orders. In return, our protection extends to all Kim distribution channels within our territory.”

Kim Lee didn’t hesitate. “Acceptable.”

The negotiation was efficient.

Numbers were exchanged. Percentages agreed upon. Distribution routes mapped.

Through the in-ear, Sunoo whispered, “This is the smoothest deal we’ve ever heard.”

San almost smirked.

Park Dae leaned back slightly. “Then we proceed immediately.”

Minju nodded. “Our legal teams will finalize documentation by morning.”

Soyeon added calmly, “Shipment samples can be sent within forty-eight hours.”

Seungmin remained silent the entire time.